What I Need

What keeps us breathing when death stares us in the face?
What keeps us walking when our legs are numb?
What keeps us standing when the world is pushing us down?
What keeps us living when nothing else can?

It is the secret to survival,
it is the secret to living,
it is the secret to being human,
it is hope.

Those who have been broken know its strength.
They know what it is to hope for a better day,
they know what it is to hope for the strength to survive,
they know what is to hope for another day.

Whether it be on an average day
or a day that I am on a deserted island
the only thing I cannot survive without will always be
hope.